Nerdgasm (Naughty Nerds)

by Kimberly Reese

  A blush heats up my skin, and I’m glad she can’t see it while we embrace. “I haven’t h-heard it b-before.”

  “Then the other girls you’ve been with are crazy. Lucky for me, though.”

  Her fingers are running a path up and down my back on either side of my spine, and I feel myself relax into her touch, even though I’m nervous at what I’m about to say.

  “I have a c-confession.” My words come out shaky. “There have been n-no other g-girls.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m…” I take a deep breath to try and steady myself for my confession. “I’m a v-virgin. That was my f-first...y-you were my f-first b-blow job, Addy,” I admit, my words trailing off in a whisper.

  Silence ensues, and my breath stays lodged in my throat as I wait for her to respond.

  “A virgin?” She moves her hands up to my shoulders and pushes back from our hug so we are facing each other once again. I force myself to look her in the eyes, but instead of disappointment, I see surprise. “How is that possible?”

  “I j-just n-never met anyone I w-wanted to do anything w-with. Until n-now.”

  Addy stares at me for long, drawn out moments. Finally, right when I’m about to ask her to say something, she speaks. “God, I’m such an asshole, Theo. I’m so sorry!”

  “S-sorry?” An apology is the last thing I was expecting her to give. “Why?” I ask, genuinely confused.

  “I basically attacked your dick! I’m so insensitive. Oh, my God, you should’ve told me to stop or something. I feel terrible.” She buries her face in her palms and groans.

  My jaw goes slack from surprise before I gather my wits again. I reach up and gently pry her hands away from her face. “Don’t, Addy.” Her eyes are downcast, so I give her a gentle nudge under the chin so she knows I want to look her in the eyes. I can feel another blush coming on. “I’m g-glad I experienced that with you. And I promise you’re not an asshole.”

  “Promise?” Her cheeks are still tinged with her embarrassment, but I can see the hope shining in her eyes.

  “Promise. I wanted it to happen. I was r-ready.”

  “Well, I’m honored.” She smiles with gratitude before she leans in and pecks me on the lips. “Thank you for letting me share that experience with you. When you’re ready for more, I’ll be ready for you, Theo.”

  We spend the rest of the night finishing up the movie and cuddling, but instead of losing myself in the DC Universe like I normally do, I can’t help but think of next time.

  Ten

  Theo

  “Are you sure about this, Theo?”

  I can hear the trepidation in Addy’s voice, but if I’m confident in anything, it’s that this is my domain. Here, I’m king.

  “Yes, I’m sure. You can trust me.”

  She’s trying to put on a brave face, but I can tell she’s nervous. Instead of doing another night of staying in like we’ve been doing the past few dates, I somehow convinced Addy to come to the pool with me. She mentioned not knowing how to swim, and the desire to teach her has been nagging at me since I found out.

  “Okay, Theo, I’ll trust you. Don’t let me die, please.”

  I can’t help but laugh at her remark. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m trying to make it so you can always feel safe in the water.” As I speak, I lift my Thor t-shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my board shorts. I try not to smile at the sound of Addy’s sharply inhaled breath, but it’s hard. “Let’s get in,” I say, gesturing toward the placid pool that awaits us as I fold my shirt and place it on the bench.

  “Now that’s not fair.”

  “What’s not fair?”

  “All that,” she says as she waves her hand in a zigzag shape. “How am I supposed to concentrate and feel safe when I can’t stop looking at you?”

  “You’ve seen me without a shirt plenty of times now.”

  “Yeah, but this is different. Are board shorts even supposed to be that low on your hips?”

  Her eyes are bugging out, and I feel myself redden at her open admiration.

  “They fit just fine. Let’s get in, Addy. It’s past time for you to have a swimming lesson.”

  She huffs indignantly, but her grin lights up her face. “Fine.”

  With that, she shimmies out of her sweater and leggings, and I feel my mouth turn dry at the sight before me. I see Addy’s point now. Even though I’ve seen her in various states of undress, seeing her in her swimsuit is a whole new experience; it’s as close to naked as I’ve ever seen her, and I’m mesmerized. Her fire-engine red bikini is as bold as her personality, and the barely-there material hugs her slim figure perfectly. Her nipples pebble as I stare at her, and I lick my lips in hunger as I take in her perky breasts and long legs.

  Yeah, I definitely see what she means now.

  In an effort to tamp down my burgeoning hard-on and stick to the swim lesson plan, I swiftly turn around and jump into the shallow end of the pool. The cool water shocks my system, and I embrace the comfort of my safe place.

  “Get in, beautiful!” I call out to her, my voice echoing off the walls.

  Addy walks toward the edge of the pool cautiously and opts to enter by using the ladder near me. I can’t help but stare at her butt as she lowers herself in, and I smile at how she makes sure her feet can touch the bottom before she lets go of the rail.

  She’s so cute.

  I reach out and grab her, making sure to pull her close. I want her to feel safe and confident whenever she’s in a pool, and it’s my mission to make that happen.

  “Let’s start with the basics, okay? We’ll do some floating and dog-paddling and go from there. This is only your first lesson, so I won’t throw you into the deep end and expect you to swim out of survival instinct.”

  She snorts. “I appreciate that.”

  It’s clear she’s nervous, and I admire her bravery in tackling this with open arms.

  “How is it that you don’t know how to swim?” Like seriously, how is that possible?

  “I took lessons as a kid, but I still drowned.” Her gaze pulls inward, as if she’s recalling the experience. I give her a comforting hug as I wait for her to continue. “Maybe saying I took lessons is a stretch. We had mandatory swim lessons in elementary school, but for some reason, my group didn’t really focus on actual swimming. Everyone around us was learning how to do it, and our instructor made us stay in the shallow end and play games. My family knew I took lessons, but they didn’t know how ineffective the lessons were. I was at a birthday party for one of my cousins and acted recklessly. When I ventured into the deep end and let go of the edge, I couldn’t keep myself afloat. Thankfully adults were nearby to save me, but it made me a little pool-shy.”

  Her face is pink in what I’m assuming is embarrassment. I reach down, cup her cheeks, and rest my forehead against hers.

  “I promise you,” I whisper, “I’ll keep you safe.” If I could inject my will into my words, they’d have taken flight with my surety. “I’ll always keep you safe, Addy.”

  I press a light kiss on her lips, no tongue, and give her a tight squeeze before pulling back.

  “Thank you, Theo.” Her eyes are heavy-lidded, as if she just woke from a dream, and her smile is enough to make my heart kickstart in my chest. “Let’s do this.”

  For the past hour, we’ve worked on dog-paddling and floating, and I talked Addy through the different strokes. It took her awhile to fully relax, but she’s finally given herself up to my tutelage. She’s doing well, and her excitement has been increasing. I take extreme pride in knowing she trusts me, like I’m her superhero.

  “You’re doing great, but we should probably call it quits today. I don’t want to overwork you.”

  “Probably a smart idea,” she quips. “I’m getting really tired.”

  “Here,” I say, and I lift her body so we’re flush against one another.

  Her legs wrap around my waist and her hands loop around my neck, pushing her b
reasts into my chest, and my mostly dormant dick starts to twitch to life.

  “Thank you,” she sighs in gratitude. “Not just for picking me up since I’m turning into jelly, but for wanting to teach me how to swim. For being patient, and for being a surprisingly great instructor.”

  “You’re welcome.” I move us toward the edge of the pool, but instead of letting her go so we can exit, I press her against the wall and rest my arms on the lip. She’s caged in, and she couldn’t look more at ease with me. “I don’t know why you’re surprised, though. I’m a strong swimmer, and I had a lot of practice teaching Demi how to swim.”

  An eyebrow lifts, and I catch the twinkle in her eye as she looks at me.

  “What?”

  “You taught Demi how to swim?”

  “Yes, and she’s a great swimmer,” I say proudly.

  “Were your lessons with her as intimate as our lesson?”

  If it weren’t for the smile lifting her lips and her teasing tone, I’d be worried she’s jealous of Demi. I really don’t want to have to deal with this and repeat history from my past relationship.

  I know she’s joking, so I decide to joke back. “Of course they were. We spent a lot of time in the pool perfecting her stroke.”

  Addy’s eyes widen at the double entendre, and a quick bolt of worry flashes through me until she throws her head back and laughs.

  “Yeah, right. How old were you when this happened? Ten?”

  “Seven,” I admit with a laugh.

  “Well, I’m glad you had practice teaching someone before teaching me.” Her voice turns serious as she looks up at me, her eyes filled with trust and vulnerability. “For real though, thank you for making me feel safe. I never thought I’d start to feel this way again in water. It’s...it’s one of my f-fears.”

  The feeling of affection building in my chest since I met her grows exponentially at her confession and at her stutter. I’m so humbled by her words and the trust she’s placed in me.

  “I told you, Addy, I’ll always keep you safe. You’re too p-precious to do otherwise.”

  She pulls herself up to place a grateful kiss on my lips, and her front rubs against my very apparent arousal. Heat flashes in her eyes when she realizes I’m turned on, and she rubs her hardened nipples against my chest.

  “Let me thank you, Theo.”

  Before I can question how she’d like to thank me, she starts to rub herself against my dick. I drag in a ragged breath at the sensation, which is incredible. However, instead of letting her continue her torturous slide against my body, I grip her hips to stop her and press her harder against the pool’s wall at her back.

  “You d-don’t need to thank me this way, Addy. That’s not all I w-want to d-do with you.” Before she can take my words the wrong way, I rush on. “I want to. Trust me, I want.” I groan and can’t help thrusting against her to remind her just how much I want her, and her little moan almost does me in. “But it’s not all I want or need. I don’t want you to ever question my intentions.”

  “Your intentions?”

  “Yes. I do things like this because I want to spend time with you and get to know you better. It’ll never be an exchange with me. I did this not because I want you to repay me somehow, but because I thought it’d h-help you and make you h-happy.”

  Addy’s legs and arms squeeze tighter around me, but she’s stopped her rubbing, thank God. “Have I told you before that you’re something else?”

  She doesn’t sound angry. Instead, her tone is playful.

  “You may have mentioned it a time or two,” I say, smiling down at her.

  “I say it because it’s amazing. You’re amazing. Thank you for this experience, Theo. This was a first for me, and I hope I get to experience some of your firsts with you too.”

  Her meaning is clear, and I couldn’t agree more. “Same h-here, beautiful.”

  I lean in and press light kisses on her face. I start with her forehead, move down to the tip of her nose, and end at her lips that never fail to drive me crazy. She sighs contentedly against me, and we lazily explore each other’s mouths with no concern for the time.

  We stay in the pool, pressed tightly together, and the growing feelings between us fill up the cavernous space with warmth. It isn’t until we’re wrinkled like raisins in the sun that we exit the water, the feeling of closeness we share stronger than ever.

  Eleven

  Theo

  I’m in completely uncharted territory, and it’s exhilarating. Ever since our late night swimming session, the connection between me and Addy has continued to grow and evolve. We’re both busy with school since midterms are right around the corner, but the times we do see each other have helped the weeks fly by.

  Monday study sessions turn into bouts of kissing in the stacks.

  Wednesday nights at my apartment to watch Riverdale turn into a fight to keep our hands to ourselves when Demi’s in the room.

  Saturday date nights, sometimes Sundays too, turn into heated makeout sessions where our clothes stay on but our inhibitions start to shed.

  It’s Thursday now, and I’m in Cohen’s office grading papers. I should be focusing on the papers in front of me, but I can’t stop my thoughts from drifting to my date with Addy this weekend. Unlike our previous dates where we rounded first and second base, I want to round third. Addy’s gone down on me a few times since that incredible first time, but I’ve yet to return the favor. I want to change this fact, but I’m not sure how. My dilemma must be showing clearly on my face because a deep sigh resonates across the room, breaking me from my reverie.

  “Theo, you’ve been staring at the same paper for the past twenty minutes. Is there something you’d like me to double check?”

  I glance up and look at Cohen, the back of my neck heating at being caught dawdling. “N-no, thanks. It w-wasn’t the paper. I’m s-sorry.”

  As if debating what to say next, he simply looks at me for a few moments instead of responding. “If it’s not the paper, what is it? It’s clear you have something on your mind.”

  “N-nothing.”

  A lone eyebrow rises, the skepticism clear in that single gesture.

  “It’s not related to school. It’s…” I pause for a moment, tempted beyond belief to get his take on things. We’ve reached an easy camaraderie the past few weeks, and while he has some exacting standards both in and out of the classroom, he’s surprisingly approachable. Still, I’m sure asking for sex advice from my professor and sometimes boss is crossing way too many lines. “It’s p-personal. I’m not sure I want to talk about it. But thank you.”

  “Ah, okay.” He looks back at his computer screen, and I try to focus on the papers I should be grading.

  I’m twirling my grading pen between my fingers when another sigh reaches my ears. Glancing back at Cohen, who’s scratching his overgrown stubble as he turns away from his screen, I hear him mutter what sounds like “I hope I don’t regret this” under his breath. A beat passes before he levels me with another long look.

  “Hypothetically speaking, let’s say you did want to talk about it. Would you like to talk about it with me?” There’s a furrow in his brow, which makes him look both confused and determined. “It’s fine if it’s about something personal.”

  Where would I event start? “Um, I...I d-don’t k-know…”

  “It’s fine if you don’t, but I’m here if you’d like to talk about whatever’s weighing on your mind.”

  “Th-thank you.”

  “Anytime.”

  An awkward, hanging silence fills the room as we both look away. My mind rapidly fires through all the ways this conversation could go horribly wrong, but I don’t have anyone else I can talk to about this. Not to mention, judging from the way the female student body is three stalkers short of becoming a Cohen cult, my professor is an effortless casanova in his own right. I may as well take advantage of the offer, no matter how uncomfortable it’ll be to talk about. What was it he said in our first class together?
No risk, no reward?

  “It’s about a girl,” I blurt out.

  Time feels suspended as I watch him digest my confession. Instead of seeing regret at opening up our discussion to this specific topic, his eyes are filled with curiosity and understanding when his gaze finally lands on me.

  “Now, that I can help with. Trouble with the girlfriend?”

  “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

  “Sure looks like you do.”

  Sweat starts to dampen my palms. While we technically haven’t labeled ourselves, we’ve still been really careful to not act like we’re seeing one another during class. Before I can respond, Cohen continues.

  “You are dating the brunette, yes?” At my look of confusion, he clarifies. “Long, wavy hair? She visits you after class sometimes?”

  It takes me a moment, but I huff in a breath of relief when I realize who he’s referring to. “You mean Demi?”

  “Demi?” he asks as he leans forward slightly, interest lighting his eyes. Man, he must really want to help me.

  “Yeah, no, we aren’t dating. She’s my best friend.”

  Cohen leans back in his seat, a slightly perplexed look on his face. “You’re just friends?”

  “Yes, but there is another girl.”

  “Hmm,” he murmurs. “Okay, if Demi is just a friend, tell me about this other girl.”

  “She, um, sh-she’s a st-student.”

  I eye him nervously until understanding dawns on his face. “One of my students? One of my students who you TA for?”

  “Y-yes.” Panic makes my stomach flutter with nerves. “I know it’s a c-conflict of interest, b-but—”

  My out of control words cut off when Cohen raises a hand. “I’m not going to say anything.” My shoulders sag in relief. “I don’t care who you date, but I have a more relaxed stance on this than the school board. As of right now, you’ll no longer grade her assignments. Please set them aside for me, and I’ll grade them just to be on the safe side.”